Randy’s flyin’ the plane
I can see his neck muscles stretched taut
As he tries to hold us in the storm
I love that ol’ neck
The hair bed-tousled
From runnin’ jumpin’ an ‘ playin’
I want it all to stop
To feel his hands on my face
Play house.
The lights of Camden Tennessee pass
Low and fast
Underneath
I fall to pieces
Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
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